"Zhizhi, I'm divorced!"
In the restaurant, the man knelt down on one knee with a ring in his hand and looked at the woman in front of him with a satisfied expression, "Marry me! I will make you the happiest bride in the world!"
Shen Zhiyi raised her red lips, "But I'm tired of it."
"What did you say?"
"Giving up your new wife just because you have a new love..." Shen Zhiyi frowned in disgust and looked at the eight-carat ring in the man's hand, "Mr. Song, you are so boring."
She picked up her bag and left in high heels.
"Zhizhi!" Song Ming quickly got up and chased after him, but was stopped by two bodyguards in black.
The bodyguard said coldly, "Mr. Song, please stay away from our wife!"
"Madam?" Song Ming's breath tightened, "Is she married?"
The bodyguard gave him a look of disdain and escorted Shen Zhiyi away.
Song Ming still wanted to chase him, but before he could reach the door, someone from far away said jokingly, "Tsk, we are already married, why are you still chasing me? It's really embarrassing!"
Song Ming became angry instantly, walked over and grabbed the man's collar.
"Can you say that again!"
The man disagreed, "Who doesn't know that Mrs. Lin's tidbits are comparable to those of entertainment stars? They are just for fun. Do you really think you are her true love?"
Song Ming's breathing tightened, "Mrs. Lin?"
There is only one Lin family in Jiangcheng, so it is self-evident who he refers to.
He tensed his knuckles and instinctively walked out, wanting to find Shen Zhiyi for confirmation.
The man who had been grabbed by the collar was freed, and he helplessly teased, "What a crime! How many times this month is this?"
People around him said, "The seventh one."
"Isn't it?" The man's eyes widened, "Does Lin Yuzhou not care about his wife playing like this outside?"
"Who knows," the woman next to her shrugged, "We don't understand the world of rich people!"
Lin Yuzhou and Shen Zhiyi have been married for three years.
In the past three years, Shen Zhiyi has provoked as many men as crucian carp across the river.
But Lin Yuzhou acted like a normal person, as if it was not his wife who cheated on her.
…
Shen Zhiyi came out of the door and saw a black Bentley Mulsanne parked at the door from a distance.
The driver took the initiative to come down and open the door, "Sir, I have been waiting for you for a long time."
She hummed and glanced at the back seat.
The man was wearing a black shirt, with a tall and straight figure, a handsome face that was gentle and dignified, and the aloofness exuding from his body was as cold as ever, without any warmth.
"Have you been waiting for a long time?" Shen Zhiyi sat in.
"It's less than half an hour before we go back to our old house," the man said sideways, his eyes falling on her curvy skirt that covered her hips, and he said in a calm tone, "If you don't want dad to be angry, you'd better change your clothes."
"Don't my clothes look good?"
Shen Zhiyi lowered her head. Today she was wearing a black waist-hugging halterneck skirt that showed off her figure. To match it, she also specially chose a pair of black high-heeled shoes with red soles.
Lin Yuzhou's eyes were cold, "I don't want to change with you."
Shen Zhiyi looked at the man's cold eyebrows with a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth.
They have been married for three years, and he is a model husband in the eyes of outsiders. No matter how she plays or makes trouble outside, he will take her home gently.
Friends say that such a man is rare to see in a hundred years.
But only Shen Zhiyi knows how painful a marriage without love is.
"Lin Yuzhou," her eyelashes fluttered, and she suddenly stood up and hooked her arms around the man's neck, boldly sitting on his lap, and pressed her red lips against his chin, "Am I good-looking?"
